I'm sorry,
that you wanted me...

I'm on a ship
as I watch the water pass...

We met when we were young,
and we grew up together...

Why do people label me
just because i care for someone...

I will never see your sweet little face,
or hold you tight in my embrace...

All these feelings I cannot show
yet I cant seem to hide them...

I think about you all the time.
When your not here your still on my mind...

I don't always know
why I feel what I feel...

I like you so much
but do you know that I really care...

My heart is dying inside.
My eyes are sore from all of the tears i have...

Here we go again, another story to tell,
about Easter at Nannies, man I thought that was...

Do you mean it,
when you say, I love you...